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It all started with a message from a friend.

"Why would they promote that?! It's morbidly gruesome."

"What is?"

"That work of fiction! It's disgusting!"

"Why does it make you feel that way?"

"I have some personal history with what was written. The hurt it leaves scars forever. Yet, it was glorified."

"Where may it be read?" Eventually, the source was provided. Upon reading, commentary critiquing commenced.

"Hmmm... Is this truly justice or revenge taken too far? The hostages are made to endure distress under duress, but as it concluded why would they wait for somebody else's help instead of rescuing themselves? The satire is prevalent, but lost as the dread sets in. Both parties could've been a bit more tactful. With all forms of irony and humor, timing is of the essence especially for this form of comedy. Well, what it a few other options such as 'X,' 'Y,' or 'Z' were used? Your message still would've been made clear, much like it's done here, but they may provide more relief to the characters and mainly the audience too. Hence, it was comedic, but the relief was too untimely. "Justice must be served." Perspective's keenly used. Some phrases appear too repetitive, which tends to lead a story down the dull lane of monotony eventually arriving at wearisome tediosity. Vocabulary is best your friend for these instances. Your use of brevity when you remarkably remark your character's remark is remarkable. For writing, much like pianos, cadence is key."

While it was neither positive, it was neither negative either. As the others' critiques remained short and sweet, there was an elephant in the room standing atop the words much like a fly does to the wall. As all the commentary eventually melted into one another forming a sea of verbose verbiage, something was caught within the rocks of the author's sense of self.

Backlash begun.

No words, but symbols would be used in bare minimal efforts of drawing attention. Did it work? Only to the extent that is was allowed. Even though they were viewed as harmless, the intentions behind them were not.

"Your words are gone."

"Really?"

"Take a look."

"This is odd."

"Is this of your own doing?"

"No, it's incongruent."

"That's right. It's not consistent with your behavior."

"Thank you."

"Can you add them back?"

Upon checking, the situation was made clear, "No. They made it impossible to do so."

"They stripped you of the power of language? How absurd."

"Writing's still capable. So, stories and poems will continue to be crafted."

"What of commentary?"

"Restricted from doing so. Apparently there's been a committed act infringing upon the territory's directive."

"Even more bizarre since you're considered to be the source of this."

"Truly, indeed."

When support was sought, all was for naught. It mattered not whether shove came to push, as all they did was beat around the bush. It took a while along with a reminder of needing an explanation. Yet, there was nothing of a vindication.

It seemed that afterwards that time would fly by. Yet, not by one, but two. Although the facade of two was easy to see through. Language never ceases to fail, as it what was made the difference when peered across the flimsily made veil.

Comments appeared on a poem, then a story. Nothing particular took note. Nothing that would make one worry.

An attack with baseless words, as they were trying to throw them. First they targeted the poem. This person wished to get words to stick, as tag teaming was the only gimmick. Too bad much praise was already given from a diverse cast on the subtle, swank, and sexy limerick.

One wrote:

Just read all your stories. They all need work. You should take a writing class.

The second took note:

"Needs editing. You should fix this up. You'll get better eventually. Keep practicing."

When it comes to the smell of bullying, the senses were already awoke. Both accounts were made at the same time; how could suspicion not be evoked?

Then without restriction, this person went to a work of fiction in which the theme was that you should remain afraid if there was somebody that you betrayed. The message that this person meant to relay would never be done on the authentic account lest trouble surmounts. Reason being? Simple, of the consequences that person's too afraid. So, the fakes would take the fall as a fair trade.

Yet, this person refused to log out. So, a comment was made on the work of fiction with a second account. Whether or not this person was trying to be mean, the dedication stuck with the theme.

Without further ado, the message delivered by number two:

"Needs work! Keep practicing."

Screenshots were captured, attached in an email, delivered. The behavior was absurd to others shiver.

Alt counts weren't allowed, as they could falsely earn currency. Yet, the false accounts were found committing more delinquency.

If funds could be fixed and give oneself a raise, this person was quick and used it for such praise. It was with the first two accounts that this continued. So, against the territory how could this not be an issue?

When turned for help in assistance and protection, sources provided, given, for the aiming of direction. Yet, the behavior continue. Was there a predilection or was there never truly a honest, earnest, inspection? As You couldn't flag an account, and simply have it reported. Straight answers barely given, how service had retorted. Now matter how much evidence was provided and simply sorted, the person still continued, barely seeming thwarted.

"How've you been?" She'd ask from all the time.

"Altogether, still here. So, swell, pretty fine."

"You tell me, you've been stalked?"

"Yep, from line to line. This person wants attention that one's never gonna find."

"When will the harasser stop?"

"From clues, cues, memos, and replies? Can't see it happenin' unless the spammer's charged and tried." Hands figure out what to type. Seriously, of this topic, it's not something that should be cared about or so much as like, "We need to stop. You need to walk away from this today, and not entertain this parlay. Cause it's not fair to you if the creep is a subject of daily talk."

"It's not your fault." The words of the friend were true till the end. Through honesty, and honestly, humor has helped us stuck through with each other whether times have been thick or thin.

"You don't deserve this treatment. You deserve better. Tell me, did you mail the territory another letter?"

"Words are lost on them, as action seems to be the only way out. No doubt, this shouldn't get dragged out turned into a bout for clout. That's not the route of the path that's to be the high road. Yet this harasser's behavior is still trying to goad an interaction leaving to devastation, cause all this spammer wants is to cause an instigation."

"What will you do?"

"Taken screenshots, the only proof that's got, evidence of this unruly behavior that's nobody's flavor except for the cowardly unbrave that crave to prey for the day of the downfall of others so that they can smother their subjects of objection with their toxic feelings, since they lack the capability for introspection."

"What else?"

"Call out the spammer for spamming and cramming the inbox with lots of bells that weren't needed for slapping a button! Cause the spammer's trying to butt in. Cause until this person's banned, blocked, or suffering suspension, this harassment's going to continue, yearning for attention!"

"How many times has this occurred?"

"The facts remain evident, the truth can't be blurred. September 20th, 2023, what was seen to greet thee was an absurd amount of notifications and from a simple observation that this spammer was not the vibe as this person slapped the button to subscribe twenty-one times!"

"Looks like this person must be out of one's own mind. To have that uninterrupted in a steadily streamed line, it's as if this person's trying to say 'You're mine.'"

"On 2023 of October first, the harasser kept up, just making things worse. That button was hit again up to a total of seventeen. This obsessive behavior's just becoming more obscene. As a matter of fact, the spammer even went on to slap the heart till it grew bruised and fat. Finally, that person was finished and done, total notifications from the spammer... 31."

"That's obsessive, if not seemingly compulsive."

"There's something you need to hear that's absolutely repulsive. While the harassing spammer wasn't done getting one's kicks. October 2, 2023, amount of times subscribed to, 6. If you're reading this sorry to leave you terrified. When this story got published you were probably Notified."